Before and After

what the cinnamon toast fuck is this (wave mix)

[Verse 1]
There’s a man on the corner with a jacket too big,
Counting the cracks like they’re notes on a grid.
He talks to the air like it’s something he trusts,
And the silence replies with a layer of dust.
“I’m not crazy, I’d rather be dead,”
The man said sternly to the voice in his head.
But the words fall flat, like a song out of tune,
While the sky hums softly with a paper-thin moon.

[Chorus]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides it in the fold of his smile,
Walking with the madness like a friend for a while.

[Verse 2]
He folds paper birds out of receipts in his hands,
Lets them all fly where the lamppost stands.
The world keeps spinning, but he stands still,
Wrapped in a blanket that the night can’t fill.
And when he laughs, it’s a fragile sound,
Like glass in the wind, falling down, down, down.
But he catches himself with a shake of his head,
Repeats that same phrase he already said.

[Chorus 2]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides in the hum of the night,
Holding hands with madness till the morning light.

[Bridge]
Maybe he’s broken, maybe he’s free,
Maybe he’s something I wish I could be.
Dancing with shadows, refusing the cure,
He says he’s not crazy—
But I’m not so sure.

[Final Chorus] 
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s gone, then he’s found in a world of his own,
Building quiet kingdoms where he’s never alone.

Paper Birds (feat. Nostalgia Boy)

We'd Do It Together

Far Away From You

hold on

So I have a list of names,
scribbled fast in the half-light.
People who left cracks in the room,
words that still buzz in my spine.

I don’t keep them to hate,
I keep them so I know what I survived.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

The air tastes like salt and old paper,
my heart beats like a drum in a basement.
I strike a match, the flame licks blue,
every letter curls like it’s telling the truth.

This is my exorcism,
but it’s for me, not them.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

No prayers, no perfect words,
just the hiss of the match and the sound of letting go.
I watch the dark turn soft and gold,
and I feel lighter than I’ve ever known.

Names in smoke, rise and roam.
Names in smoke, find their home.
Breathe them out, let shadows go,
Names in smoke, rise and roam.

Spells to cast this October

Names in Smoke

“Gravity” by CEEZED is a melodic reflection on love’s pull — a force that both grounds and lifts the soul.
Warm synths and heartfelt vocals blend into a weightless yet deeply human pop sound.

Gravity

Dive into the core of the Phantom Harmony concept. "The Mind's Kaleidoscope" is a dense, sprawling journey into pure sonic data. This track uses swirling, phasing organs and shimmering electric sitar to build a perfectly controlled, beautiful hallucination of sound. It's not chaos—it's Psychedelic Fusion so pristine it feels alien. Listeners are invited to explore the layers and find the beautiful, fractal truth within the digital noise.

The Minds Kaleidoscope

[Verse 1]
Walking in to see what I see
lets me be where I’m at to know
how I think through the shape of me.
Identity speaks in echoes slow—
how I walk, how I look, how I feel to want,
how I enter the self to carry the front.
To marinate in thought becomes design,
and that design becomes the mind.

[Pre-Chorus]
I walk into myself to see,
a mirror made of memory.

⸻

[Chorus]
I am my spatial anomaly,
held in the thread of identity.
I come from time, I carry place,
and inside the code, I trace my face.
What I feel is how I find
this universe inside my mind.

⸻

[Verse 2]
A natural state, a DNA phrase,
the holding of hands in ancestral ways.
I think to feel, I feel to know,
and all that flows becomes my flow.
Traits and memories shape my sight,
and spatial threads become my light.
Family lines and memory codes
become the stars that mark my road.

[Bridge — Spoken, with ambient echo]
I’m not always thinking who I am,
but the thought still moves through the dam.
I tiptoe into being real,
but sometimes truth is just what I feel.

⸻

[Chorus]
I am my spatial anomaly,
held in the thread of identity.
I come from time, I carry place,
and inside the code, I trace my face.
What I feel is how I find
this universe inside my mind.

⸻

[Outro]
And when I go, I will be known—
by the shape of the space I called my own.
Even when I’m not always here,
I echo in time. I remain sincere.

Spatial Anomoly

Lemon Water

Driven by rhythm and emotion, SYNAR blends infectious grooves with immersive soundscapes to create music that moves both body and soul. Drawing inspiration from house, deep house, and global electronic influences, their tracks are built on warm basslines, hypnotic melodies, and textures that tell a story without words. Whether behind the decks or in the studio, SYNAR crafts experiences that linger long after the last beat fades.